Do you ever bother with signed editions? I’m not talking about being lucky enough to meet an author in person and getting them to sign it. I’m talking about those books that are already signed and, most likely, cost a little bit more than the usual hardback. I try not to care and will normally only bother with signed books by authors I really love. Of course, there may be an occasion when the signed edition is cheaper on Waterstones than the unsigned. In that case, I’ll definitely go for it but, really, I don’t see the point. If it’s not personalised, it’s just a bit meaningless, right? It’s not as I expect them to become investment pieces that I’ll hand down to my children. Nor am I showing them off to everyone I know. The signature is just a thing that exists and makes very little difference to my life. Why am I banging on about this? I pre-ordered the hardback signed copy of Come Again but it has sat on my shelf since April 2020. I do this all the time and I don’t know why I never learn. I am so desperate to get certain signed editions but then let them languish on my shelf. I definitely have a problem.
I’ve had this on my shelf for a really long time. I’d say it’s been about 5 years but I can’t actually remember when I bought it. When I got it, I had every intention of reading it quite quickly because I liked Amy Poehler. Spoiler alert, I didn’t. I think it’s because I struggle with non-fiction so much. I’m especially sceptical of memoir style books. They can be so hit and miss. Something that the writers believes is a hilarious anecdote might actually just be an in-joke that most readers won’t appreciate. So, this could very easily have remained unopened on my shelf for the rest of time. Well, until I decided to take part in my own version of the Spell the Month in Book Titles challenge. When I tailored my January TBR to spell out the name of the month, I knew that I’d need a book starting with “Y”. Looks like the time had finally come.
I’m always really interested in those challenges that ask you to spell out certain works using book titles. It’s always fun. I never really struggle with spelling out my name because, weirdly, the letter U is pretty easy. I liked the idea of spelling out the months with books but, being the overachiever that I am, I needed to go one step further. I secretly decided that I would tailor my reading material in January so I would have one book for each letter. In my attempt to keep my intentions hidden, I didn’t read them in order. Although, I’m not actually that paranoid. It was more to do with the fact that I had already started reading an A book when I made this decision. I can’t promise I’ll do this every month because some of them of really long. Plus, I think I’ve used up one of my only Y titles and I’m meant to be buying fewer books this year. But, we’ll see how it goes.
We’re one month down in 2021 already and it looks like all of those people hoping for a better year are going to have to wait a while. The UK is going to shit and lockdown will probably keep going forever. On the plus side, I’ve been able to spend more time inside reading and have managed to do better than I normally do in January. Last year was my previous best and I’m already 2 ahead. If I can keep this up (I won’t be able to) then I’ll smash my target in no time.
Number of books read: 10
Number of rereads: 0
Number of physical books: 6
Number of ebooks: 1
Number of audiobooks: 3
What have you been reading this week?
I’m not sure how I feel about January 2021 to be honest. Normally, January feels like the longest month ever but. thanks to the Pandemic, the majority of 2020 seemed about 3 times as long as usual. So, for me, January actually felt quicker than usual but it still feels like Christmas was a really long time ago. Time really has no meaning right now. At least I managed to read a fair bit in the last 31 days. 10 books and 1 on the go has got to be up there with my best. I’d love to be the kind of person who regularly gets through 10+ each month but I just don’t have that kind of attention span. And, honestly, that’s okay. Let’s make 2021 the year we stop comparing ourselves to other people.
After the travesty that was my previous read, there was a lot of pressure for the next one to be worthwhile. I’ve had Nothing Can Hurt You for a while now and I was really looking forward to reading it. I almost started reading it last December but decided to stick with more seasonal books. I’m glad I waited because I’m not sure that I was in the right mindset last month. After a couple of false starts where I only got through one chapter a night, I raced to the end of this book. It’s the first time in ages when I’ve just stayed up reading. I got to the final chapter at the time I’d normally call lights out but I knew that I had to keep going. Any regret caused by my fatigue the next day was worth it.
A friend of mine started her own virtual book club in the UK’s first lockdown. I didn’t join it straight away because I figured I was already putting enough pressure on myself to read 2 books a week. Then they read Convenience Store Woman and I asked her what she thought. She invited me to join and I said yes. As you’d expect, the book selection has been hit and miss. My friend and her boyfriend come up with a selection of titles that are all around 200 pages in length. Then we all vote on our favourite. I think I’ve only picked the winning book a couple of time since joining but there haven’t been many books that I’ve really disliked. Until this week. It hadn’t been my choice but that’s not really the point. It sounded like an interesting read and I was quite excited to read it. How wrong I was.
What have you been reading this week?
We’re just over 2 weeks into the UK’s third lockdown and it’s been an interesting time. I’m starting to have weird lockdown dreams again. Don’t worry, I won’t tell you about them. Just trust me when I say they’re getting weirder. I’m still working which at least gives me something to do. Part of me thinks that if I was furloughed that I’d love having the time to read. However, I’m sure I’d spend most of my time in bed or watching Netflix. Sticking to my routine is definitely for the best. Even if it does mean my reading count isn’t likely to dramatically improve. At least I’m sticking to my schedule. According to Goodreads, I’m 6 books ahead of schedule but that’s for 60 books this year. My secret plan is to get to 100, which means two books a week. I need to keep up the pace.
When I bought this book, I knew that it would be a useful thing to have around. Almost every week, I tend to be rushing to finish a book in time to write my Wednesday review. At only 80 pages long, Max Porter’s new book would be ideal for finishing in a rush. I knew that it was going to be a lifesaver before too long. What I didn’t expect was that it would come to my rescue so soon. The book was published on 7th January and I’ve had it for about a week. Unfortunately, I’ve not been getting enough reading in each day and there was no way I was going to get my current read finished in time. So, I read this on my lunch break. Meaning I didn’t have to resort to some awful stream of consciousness book post about whatever I could think of. Instead, it’s going to be fairly stream of consciousness book review of a book that’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
Am I the only one that seems to miss out on all of the bookish drama? It wasn’t until I finished reading this book that I realised there was a load of controversy around it. When looking on Goodreads, it became apparent that people were taking issue with the title of the book and the effect it might have on children in the care system. I understand that you have to be careful about these thing but it’s clear that most of the people making a fuss haven’t actually bothered to read it. After all, the more you know, the harder it is to complain about everything. You might say that, as someone without any connection to the adoption community, that I’m not qualified to comment on the argument. However, it’s clearly an opinion shared by Adoption UK as they’ve published a positive review of Hana Tooke’s book. I’m sorry a bunch of Karen’s are miffed but this isn’t fair to a good children’s book.